17 November, 2009. A year after Ivan was incarcerated. Klara had been saving up money for the bail fee to get him out. She missed his sunshiney smile, purple eyes, and the always present scarf. 'I'm visiting you, today,' Klara thought and looked at the picture of the two of them. He was smiling and had Klara in a headlock; Klara was laughing and struggling to break free.

"Ve~, Klara? Are you-a ready to go?"

"Ja, I'm ready."

(At the prison...)

"Mr. Braginsky, you have a visitor," the guard announced.

"Who?"

"Klara Beilschmidt."

"Take me to her."

The guard opened the door, and Ivan stepped out. He looked worn and slightly dulled, but he still smiled through. He was getting to see Klara again.

When he got to the booths, Klara was already there. Her hair was dark now, and longer in length. Her clothes didn't look borderline emo anymore, instead more of a- hipster? no- more like there was no description.

"Hallo," Klara said into the microphone on the headphones. "It's been a vhile, ja?"

"Are you mocking me?" he asked jokingly.

"Perhaps. How've you been holding up?"

"It- what's the word in English? Oh yes- sucks. I look like shit, da?"

"Ja, to be honest. Zhough your eyes haven't changed."

"Thanks, I've tried."

"You're velcome."

"You still have your funny accent."

Klara laughed at the remark. As if he had anything to say about that. "You still have yours."

"Good point."

"Can I have a closer look at you?"

She put both her hands on the sides of the glass, and leaned closer. His violet eyes seemed to bore into her. "Is zhis gut?"

"Nyet. Put your forehead on the glass."

She obeyed, and got an even better look at him. 'Has he gotten more attractive? He looks- Nein! Klara, pull yourself togezher! Nein!'

"You are worried, da?"

"How did you now?"

"I suppose you could call it ESP."

"Nein, I'm serious."

He laughed at her intensity. 'She's just like her brother.' "You're just tense. Relax, you might feel better. What's worrying you?"

"I zhink I may have fallen in love vith someone."

A pang went through Ivan's chest. 'It's not me. She'd never like me. I'm not worth it for her. I-I'm a monster.' Despite his thoughts, he still smiled his goofy smile. "Who?"

"I'll give you a hint, he's in front of me right now," she added a wink at the end.

"Me?"

"Ja."

The guards on both sides came over and pulled them away from the glass. "Time's up. Say your goodbyes."

Ivan said his goodbye in Russian, Klara's in German.

"I'm going to get you out of here. I'm saving up money to get you out."

"Really? Thank you!"

"You're velcome. It's time for me to leave, so bye."

"See you around," he said with a wave.

Then they parted. Klara went with Feliciano to the store to get groceries, and Ivan went back to his cell. His three cell mates that were terrified of him saw the big smile on his face. "H-hey, Ivan, what's with the grin?" Eduard, the bravest of the three, inquired.

"She said she loves me," he said dreamily.

"Who?"

"Klara."

~~Fin.~~

"Hey, hey, Klara, when am I getting out?"

"Very soon, Ivan, very soon, Ivan, I'm saving up all of zhe money I get to get you out!"

"Drink some vodka, that's my life."

"Break a table, und zhat's mine."

"She said she loves me, didn't you hear?"

"Stop it, I'm blushing."